A tale I wrote
“Weekend plans, fella?!”
“Well-”
“One too many beers for me, I imagine, you know what I’m like! Haha!”
“Well, most of it will be spent second–guessing myself, I imagine. Taking things too personally and pushing people away, I imagine. I’ll pop out for a bit, but I’ll be looking over my shoulder. I’ll smile and nod and make a joke or two, but I’ll regret everything I’ll say. I’ll blame myself for the weather, the traffic, anything that derails the fun of others. I’ll hold on to the smallest comment and push it down and down in an attempt to silence the fear despite its voice getting louder and louder with every push. I imagine… You know what I’m like.”
“Cool, have a good one fella!”
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